As the saying goes, "Dying is easy; comedy is hard." Donald Wolfit's famous words echoed in my mind after a hilarious evening of beer mixology, i.e. the mixing of beers to make new beers. Just think of it like mixing a beer cocktail. There's no particular rhyme or reason to the practice, just blend to your heart's content and see what happens. It's fun and engaging sensory experience, especially for adventurous beer nerds like myself. But on this particular night, no one was expecting the comedic gold we struck. Allow me to set the scene...

My wife and I were meeting a few friends for dinner. It was a very chilly evening, which was perfect for some big hearty stouts. So, I decided to raid my beer collection and bring along some rare imperial stouts to share. The sampling menu was as follows:

After a very pleasant dinner, it was time for dessert. I presented all four glorious bottles and one by one we opened and sampled. After our initial impressions, re-sampling, and subsequent conversations, the time had come to explore some whimsical blends. Some were great, some were strange, but one in particular was the highlight the evening...

It occurred to me that mixing a bottle of Mikkeller with a bottle of Evil Twin seemed a bit incestuous. After all, the owners of each respective company (Mikkel Borg-Bjergso and Jeppe Jarnit-Bjergso) are actually twin brothers. In my current state of mind, having sampled four beastly imperial stouts, I found this observation to be positively hysterical. The group agreed and we shared a hearty chuckle.

Perhaps the most amusing aspect of beer mixology is the conjuring up of clever names for your creations. More often times than not, blend names will usually end up as a mishmash of their sources. For example, we were calling our blend of Sexual Chocolate and Dark Intrigue the "Sexual Intrigue". So there we were, giggling at our inbred blend of Mikkeller's Black Hole and Evil Twin's Even More Jesus. The time had come to stamp a name on our concoction. After a brief pause, the following words broke the silence:

Black Jesus, the Forbidden Bromance

I believe a full five minutes passed before we stopped laughing.

So what's the point of this post? There really isn't one. In fact, you might find it stupid and worthy of a sigh-heavy eye roll. But, we all enjoyed a great laugh and created a fond memory out of our beer-bathed shenanigans, which I found amusing enough to share. So on the off chance you ever find yourself staring down bottles of Black Hole and Even More Jesus, be sure to treat yourself to a little Black Jesus Bromance. Which, for the record, is absolutely delicious.